Ticking mostly C's in boxes
I see I am a Freedom Junkie.

I confess.

My life is a trail of littered fixes,
A mess of mad escapes.

When men build fences
Walls
Prisons
Cages
Boundaries
I go up
Out
Through
Under
Over
Any way
But stay inside
And die
Watching life pass by
Craving...

Running
Sun
Air
Life
Freedom...

To choose.

Show me the man
With the courage
To stand
Quietly
With his hands open
No ropes
Chains
Invisible bonds
As tight as steel...

Trusting
Only
That I will choose
The worth of himself.
Then I will show you
The man I could get addicted to.

Maybe.